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crowd all around. I found her across the room, leaning against the wall, talking and laughing with the young man who spilled his drink earlier. I had to calm myself.
    A lock of her long black hair fell across her face and he gently brushed it back. Tiffany's eyes narrowed and gained a predator's aspect. He saw it and they both stopped talking. Time stopped. He lifted her chin with a knuckle and pressed his lips to hers. After a few seconds, her lips parted first and her tongue slipped across the gap into his mouth.
    My entire body felt like it was submerged in ice water. My concentration and focus narrowed. Every minute detail registered and my penis inflated. My legs went weak. I leaned on a stranger's table and they laughed because they thought I was drunk.
    Tiffany and her new friend kissed passionately for a very long time. His hand slipped down to her ass and he cupped her fit round buttock. His fingers dented her skirt. She leaned closer and his hand left her ass and came up to discreetly squeeze her firm tit.
    I'd seen enough. I recoiled and headed back to our table. I downed the whiskey in one huge gulp. Holy fuck! I was crazy jealous but hard as iron. Tiffany looked so sexy! She eagerly welcomed everything he did to her. I caught the waitress's eye and ordered another. My mind replayed what I had seen over and over and over.  
    Mercifully, when Tiff approached me through the crowd she was alone. She was also grinning from ear to ear. She slid around our table and kissed my cheek, thanked me for the fresh wine, and met my eyes, smiling like a mental patient.
    I did not trust myself to speak. She swallowed some wine.
    “Take your wedding ring off,” she said. “You're my brother. Chris will join us in a minute. I'm visiting you from Los Angeles for a week of Vegas fun since my husband, Paul, is in Europe for a month.”
    World, rocked.
    Was this my conservative wife? With no time to talk about what I'd seen, I slid my ring off and dropped it into my shirt pocket, moving away from my new sister. Chris showed up right on cue. He slid into our booth on the other side of Tiffany, placing her between us, and sat close enough their bodies touched all the way down. I struggled to contain myself. Tiffany grinned like a maniac. She had a blast with all this.
    We small-talked, sharing basic information; Chris lived in Vegas too and sold commercial real estate. I can rarely tell when a man is good-looking but I knew Chris was. Tiff's self-esteem was through the roof. We chatted a while and then Tiff slid her hand off the table and into his lap. I made my face stay passive. I got my phone out pretending I sent a text but really I was watching her hand from the corner of my eye. She pushed the tablecloth out of the way and squeezed the front of his pants. He was so cool.
    She leaned closer to him and murmured something. I missed most of it but did hear her ask, “Is that all you?” I risked a glance at his lap and had to control my face again; her hand was filled with something. I made out the basic size and shape of him through the material. She moved her hand up and down the length, sliding pants and all, and he looked really big. I thought I was going to pass-out. I thought about interrupting, telling Tiff we had to go, but what if Chris offered to give her a ride home? No way was I leaving here without her. No way. I had to ride this out and wait for my window.
    Just as my heart began to settle back down, Tiff scanned the crowd and slipped her other hand into his lap too. Down came his zipper! I held my breath. He got a little nervous but did nothing to stop her. She never even glanced at me but why would she? I'm just her brother and we are both adults. Her fingers disappeared inside his pants. He coughed and cleared his throat and she said, “Your skin is so hot.”
    I wanted to scream. Nothing in particular, just a primeval scream. I had so many pent-up emotions needing release. She shocked us both when she pulled his